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The Falcon's Magazine

TABLE OF CONTENTS
Editorial Pages
It Came From Outer Space
Advertisements
House On Handjob Hill
The Full Moon
Venus Needs Men

MEET THE EDITOR

Forty-two-year-old Katherine "Katie" McClair was a workaholic. Period. Her co-workers said that the only time she was notworking was when she was asleep. And even then, she would be dreaming about work.

Right now it was eight o'clock, she was at home, sitting in a high back bar stool at her kitchen bar counter. Using the speech recognition app, she was busy answering e-Mails via her cellphone. "I fully understand your supply difficulties, however, all businesses have problems. Your problems should not be my problems. I need that material. I have a magazine to get out. And we have a contract. I expect it to be honored."

As she was dictating into her phone, Raoul, the nineteen year old college student who worked as her house boy walked by. Katie made a pointing gesture towards the living room, which he fully understood. "Looking forward to your compliance. Regards. Katherine McClair, Editor-In-Chief."

She pressed the 'send' button as the bare-chested Raoul returned. Scrolling down to the next problem that needed addressing, she pointed down to the floor. Dropping the pillow onto the designated spot, the nineteen year old knelt down and Katie half-turned on her stool. Lifting one long leg, she casually threw it over his shoulder while pulling her skirt up even higher, exposing her bare pussy. The young man leaned in, burying his face into her crotch. She kept her pussy lips smoothly shaven, although she had a close-cropped patch of dark pubic hair just over it. The hair on her head was blonde, styled in an undercut bob, the left side hanging down to her cheek, but her right cut very close.

The young man dutifully ate out the older woman, performing exactly how she wanted. After all, she had spent several weeks in training him in the proper procedures when she first hired him. Despite the wet tongue lapping at the cleft between her puffy labia, Katie maintained her focus on the e-Mail.

"Dear Mister Edwards," she spoke into the phone as Raoul gnawed on her pussy, his lips covering the edges of his teeth. "If I do not get the next issue out on time, my Publisher, Mister Peregrine will be very disappointed. And if he is disappointed, I will be disappointed. Disappointed to the level of seeking out another contributor for issues going forward. Regards. Katherine McClair, Editor-In-Chief."

It took her three tries to respond satisfactory to the next e-Mail, for Raoul was getting to her. She looked down at him and he lifted his head to grin up at her. His mouth and chin looked like a glazed donut, coated with her juices and his saliva. Katie took several shallow breaths and turned off her phone, laying it down on the counter-top as she gave herself over to her house-boy's attentive pussy-eating.

"Oh, yes.... Oh, yes..." she started to gasp, her arms stretching out to grip the edge of the counter and the back of the couch, bracing herself. Her hips bucked and she made loud, whimpering moans.

"Ohhhh, DAMN!" she screamed, her orgasm hitting her, washing over her with wave after wave of sweet release. By the time she had finished, the no-nonsense hard-nose magazine Editor was practically crying in happiness and pleasure.

But soon enough, she had regained her composure and callously pushed him away so that she could get back to work.

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